From the Word

"May they sing of the ways of the Lord, for the glory of the Lord is great." Psalm 138:5

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

She's Driving!

Yes, it is true, Rachel finally got her Driver's License!  It is not that she has taken the test before and failed it, it is that she has not taken it before.  She passed with a score of 95 (he graded her down for going too slow), but I really don't think teens need to be driving and have made her wait.  The truth is she drives pretty well and if we ever decide to let her borrow the car I am sure she will do fine!

Ryan had his first soccer practice with the new team; it was very encouraging.  We have been with the local recreation league for the last three seasons, but made the change to the YMCA league this year.  Our first two seasons Ryan's coach was his uncle Phillip and it was a great experience!  The last season, after Phillip and Anita moved away, the coach was not so great and the whole experience left much to be desired.  My expectations really are not that high--I want a coach who speaks English, shows up for the games, does not stay on his cell phone during the practices, and doesn't let the team just play for the first half of each practice.

Saturday we got to the field a couple of minutes late and the coach was not there, and my first thoughts were, "Oh no, here we go again."  To my surprise two of the dad's were there and knew the coach couldn't make the first practice so they were prepared to fill in.  They ran drills with the kids, demonstrated techniques, and led a fun and encouraging practice!  All of their comments to the kids were very encouraging and really reminded me of the old days with Upward Basketball.  I am really looking forward to a great year.

I plan to blog about the great time we had at the HS mini reunion and our Tennessee vacation, but not tonight.  Tonight we plan to stay up and watch the "two moons"--hope you get to see it.


Friday, August 15, 2008

The old phone

We have had a very busy month and I intend to do some serious blogging soon, but for now, let me share a simple story that was sent to me via email. In some ways I think the blogging community has replaced "Information please" for many people. Thank you for your entertaining, comforting, and often inspiring words. You never know what impression you make on others.


When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighbourhood. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it.

Then I discovered that somewhere inside that wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was 'Information Please' and there was nothing she didn't know. 'Information Please' could supply anyone's number and the correct time.

My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbour. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer. The pain was terrible but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy.

I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlour and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlour and held it to my ear. 'Information Please' I said into the mouthpiece just above my head. A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.

'Information.'

'I hurt my finger...' I wailed into the phone. The tears came readily enough now that I had an audience.

'Isn't your mother home?' came the question.

'Nobody's home but me,' I blubbered.

'Are you bleeding?' the voice asked.

'No,' I replied. 'I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts.'

'Can you open the icebox?' she asked.

I said I could.

'Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger,' said the voice.

After that, I called 'Information Please' for everything. I asked her for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math. She told me my pet chipmunk that I caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.

Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary died. I called 'Information Please,' and told her the sad story. She listened and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child. But I was not consoled. I asked her, 'Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?'

She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, ' Wayne - always remember that there are other worlds to sing in.'

Somehow I felt better.

Another day I was on the telephone and asked for 'Information Please.'

'Information,' said the now familiar voice.

'How do I spell fix?' I asked.

All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest . When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston . I missed my friend very much. 'Information Please' belonged in that old wooden box back home and I somehow never thought of trying the shinny new phone that sat on the table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me.

Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity, I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy.

A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle . I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister who lived there now. Then, without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown Operator and said, 'Information Please.'

Miraculously, I hear the small, clear voice I knew so well.

'Information.'

I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying, 'Could you please tell me how to spell fix?'

There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, 'I guess your finger must have healed by now?'

I laughed, 'So it's really you,' I said. 'I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time?'

'I wonder,' she said, 'if you know how much your calls meant to me. I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls.'

I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.

'Please do,' she said. 'Just ask for Sally.'

Three months later, I was back in Seattle . A different voice answered 'Information.' I asked for Sally.

'Are you a friend?' she said.

'Yes, a very old friend,' I answered.

'I'm sorry to have to tell you this,' she said.'Sally had been working part-time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago.'

Before I could hang up, she said, 'Wait a minute, did you say your name was Wayne ?'

'Yes,' I answered.

'Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called. Let me read it to you.'

The note said, 'Tell him there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I mean.'

I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.

Never underestimate the impression you may make on others.

Whose life have YOU touched today?

Lifting you on eagle's wings. May you find the joy and peace you long for.

Life is a journey --- NOT a guided tour. So, don't miss the ride - enjoy life - enjoy family and friends - you don't get a second shot at it.